Cure the cold-faced general by solving crimes

Chapter 11 Is anyone coming to this excitement?
  Pei Zhizhao heard the noise and opened his eyes.

Han Fang asked with concern, "General, you still didn't have a good rest last night?"

Pei Zhizhao didn't want to say it, he just said it didn't matter.

"Why don't you go to the medicine hall to grab some medicine? I still have the prescription for sleeping in the northwest."

Pei Zhizhao shook his head. The medicine was too bitter for him to swallow.

"But the general is not in good health after enduring like this." Han Fang was not good at words, and his concern was beyond words.

Pei Zhizhao rubbed his eyes, "Practice more in the afternoon, maybe I can sleep well at night, that's all."

Han Fang felt distressed and didn't know how to respond, "General, you have to take good care of your body. I thought that if there is no war in the northwest, the general will sleep better."

South Korea was a little worried, "Is the general working too hard these days?"

Pei Zhizhao pursed his lips, signaling Han Fang not to say anything further, and looked at the food box under the chair, "What do you think that is?"

Han Fang curiously picked up the food box and weighed it, "Lawyer An brought this over. What is it?"

Pei Zhizhao sneered.

Han Fang opened the box and his jaw dropped, "What is this...what does he want to do?"

Pei Zhizhao rubbed his eyebrows and said mockingly, "He wants to join the Yamen and be my master."

Han Fang was stunned on the spot. He had known that in some places, officials were bought and sold, and the court turned a blind eye. Thinking of the bloody brutality on the northwest battlefield, Han Fang did not want to see them risking their lives to protect the people, but such people were serving as officials. .

Han Fang showed his displeasure and had no good impression of Anwen at all.

Pei Zhizhao said in a deep voice, "Go and deposit this money into the public account and make good accounts. Someone will definitely come to me with these things in the next few days. Let's save them together and the list will be announced at the yamen gate so that it can be used on the people in the future." , it can be regarded as these country gentlemen making some contributions to Ping An County."

Han Fang nodded in approval, "General, this is a great move."

Pei Zhizhao asked, "The results of Meng Fang's autopsy haven't come out yet?"

"We are already urging him. The co-worker from Ping'an County just said that he was not feeling well and could not conduct an autopsy. Meng Fang's body has been sent to the state capital by County Magistrate Qi. It will take a few days before there is any news."

Pei Zhizhao frowned. County Magistrate Qi had told him that there was only one widow in Ping'an County, and he could often not find him if something happened.

Fortunately, there have been no homicides in the past few years. This gangster only knows how to drink and issue death certificates for everyone. After working for so many years, he got an eye disease a while ago and stopped working at all.

Pei Zhizhao's heart sank. This low-level job of making a living was spread by word of mouth, and no one was willing to do it. What will happen in the future?
  Han Fang remembered the investigation just now and said to Pei Zhizhao, "General, what you told me to investigate just now has some clues. The state government has taken over the annual ditch construction projects in the following counties, and the people who do the work are randomly found. , come every year and repair it every year.”

Pei Zhizhao understood clearly, "The imperial court allocates money for flood control and canal construction every year, but it seems that all of it is intercepted by the state government."

"It's not just an ordinary person who can intercept official money. Does the general want to investigate?"

Pei Zhizhao said resolutely, "Cha, also, starting from tomorrow, you will openly recruit some young people born in Ping'an County, about 20 people, and you will train them yourself. I will make my own arrangements for the rest."

Han Fang took the order and went out.

Pei Zhizhao stopped him again, "Bring those two men from the prison here."

Han Fang's back disappeared quickly, and Pei Zhizhao felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He actually fell asleep just now, and slept deeply. Although the time was short, it allowed him to enjoy a moment of peace.

Glancing at the bone dish on the coffee table, Pei Zhizhao had a question in his heart: Can Ping'an County really bring him peace?

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  Jiang Xihe separated from Pei Zhizhao dejectedly, his face still a little hot.

She clearly remembered the scene when she reached out to Pei Zhizhao and asked for three copper coins.

Pei Zhizhao was very surprised, so surprised that his eyes were three times bigger than usual.

Jiang Xihe smiled, which was also interesting to make the ten-thousand-year-old iceberg feel a little stirred in his heart and enrich his expression.

So when thinking of that scene again, Jiang Xihe was only filled with joy.

I thought about it several times, and today's sunshine has become extra warm.

With nothing to do, Jiang Xihe walked into Tongfu Tea House not far away.

This is the busiest teahouse in Ping'an County. As long as you pay a copper to listen to the book, you can get free tea, so this place is always crowded.

People like to rest here and listen to gossip, so it has become the news center of Ping'an County. As soon as Jiang Xihe entered the teahouse, the waiter ran over with a teapot enthusiastically, "Miss Jiang, do you have free time today?"

Jiang Xihe took out a copper plate and put it into the waiter's hand, pointing to the tea bowl in front of him, "Old rules, one bite."

"Okay." The waiter knew Jiang Xihe's habits. She rarely drank tea. I don't know whether it was because she disliked the bad tea or because she didn't like drinking it. The waiter didn't hesitate.

He knew that Jiang Xihe did this because she had to have a mouthful of tea in front of her to show off, and she felt it was a waste to fill it up, so she only had the bottom of the bowl in front of her every time.

"What's fun today?" There weren't many people around, so Jiang Xihe chatted with the waiter first.

"My lord, the new county magistrate, I heard that we haven't gotten married yet, so all the girls in Ping'an County who are getting married are starting to line up."

Jiang Xihe almost laughed.

Pei Zhizhao's iceberg?
  You say ten things and he doesn't even respond. How can such people live together?
  So exhausted.

"Whose family do they belong to?"

"It's like those other houses, who else can be there?"

Jiang Xihe was not interested, and the clerk did not continue. Jiang Xihe thought about it and gave an additional reminder, "You must tell me if there is anything interesting in the future. Maybe Mr. Pei will be happy to get married and give us wedding candy."

In fact, what Jiang Xihe wanted to say was that maybe Mr. Pei would be in high spirits during happy events and could allow her to find some work in the Yamen.

At the end of the book, Jiang Xihe was bored and just about to leave, when he saw An Wen walking in with a happy face from a distance.

Jiang Xihe sat back again.

An Wen also saw Jiang Xihe from a distance, entered the teahouse and sat directly opposite Jiang Xihe, "What's wrong? Mr. Qi left Ping'an County, and Miss Jiang can only come to the teahouse to kill time?"

As he said this, Anwen took out a piece of broken silver and put it on the table. He looked back and waved his hand to the waiter, "Come, sir, I'm happy today. I'll treat you all to tea."

Jiang Xihe clicked his tongue, "An Xiucai, are you sure you didn't drink too much?"

An Wen looked arrogant, "Drink too much? Humph, uncle, I just came out of the county government office. In the future, I will be the master of Ping'an County. If we follow Mr. Pei, won't we make a lot of money?"

When everyone heard this, they all came over talking.

Jiang Xihe was stunned. She didn't believe that Pei Zhizhao would ask Anwen to go to the county government office, but Anwen said it in a convincing way and even gave out scraps of money to bluff people.

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Jiang Xihe was furious.

"I don't believe it. Where is the letter of appointment?" Jiang Xihe bit her lip and raised her voice.

"I won't show it to you. Mr. Qi used to protect you. For the sake of old lawyer Jiang, I don't have the same experience as you. Now it's better. The situation has changed." An Wen was extremely proud, and the pinch under his chin The mustache trembled.

Jiang Xihe snorted coldly and asked unhappily, "You are an old scholar, can you write a lawsuit? Can you organize files? Anyone who can write a few words can be a lawyer, and anyone can be a master!"

If Jiang Xihe had called An Wen an old scholar in the past, he would have gone crazy.

Today is different. An Wen just belittled Jiang Xihe in front of Pei Zhizhao. Lord Pei should have believed it, so he felt very comfortable now, and Jiang Xihe could say whatever he wanted.

"You, I'm not talking about you. The boss is old enough to get married. It's not good for a girl to be in public all day long." When An Wen said this, he pretended to say, "Oh my God, I forgot, I I heard that the Li family wants to break off the engagement, Miss Jiang, isn’t it that no one wants you?”

There was a roar of laughter in the teahouse.

An Wen happily drank the tea in front of Jiang Xihe and said mockingly, "Look, you can't bear to drink the tea. Find someone to marry quickly. But the Li family has withdrawn from the engagement. Miss Jiang, you have a bad reputation. In the future, I’m afraid no one wants it.”

Jiang Xihe's chest ignited with raging fire. He stood up and sneered, "Old scholar, are you afraid that the master will not take it seriously and end up in jail instead? Everyone here, according to the laws of our court, those who slander and spread rumors will receive twenty sticks. Everyone just said I have all heard it. First, the Li family did not break off the engagement, and second, I paid a copper coin for my tea. Although the money was not much, what does it mean if An Xiucai drank my tea?"

Jiang Xihe raised his eyes and said, "Why don't we go talk to Mr. Pei? Everyone has a role to play. I don't dare to say anything else. It's okay to let everyone see An Xiucai being beaten. Is there anyone coming to this fun?"

Jiang Xihe's aqua-green dress puffed up a bud under the spring breeze, like a vigorous and blooming grass, growing vigorously, fearless of wind and rain.

An Wen's face turned red and white, and he defended, "I'm not as knowledgeable as you. Let's see what you can do after I solve Meng Fang's case."

"You solved the case?" Jiang Xihe disdainfully.

"Hmph, Mr. Pei promised me that as long as the murderer is found, I will be his master. Just wait." An Wen threw away his sleeves.

(End of this chapter)